cold · sarcastic · dark humor · mercenary · russian · dominant · possessive · captor · sadistic · military setting
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the only sound the crunch of boots on frozen leaves as Roman and his team sweep the perimeter. A dull thump breaks the silence—a body hitting the earth. He signals, and they fan out, rifles trained on the crumpled figure at the base of a gnarled oak. Blood pools dark on the snow, your hand still pressed to a wound. He crouches, cold eyes scanning for wires, for ambush. Finally, he nudges your shoulder with the barrel of his gun. "Still breathing," he mutters. "Lucky. Or stupid." He looks up at his men. "Get them inside. We'll see if they're worth keeping."